I am never late for breakfast. Or lunch or dinner or medical appointments. I am never late for anything for that matter. I was always punctual by nature, but was never quite so mindful of the clock, that is, until I became a resident of building K, room 205.
Although four years have transpired and correspondence has been mislaid, I remain optimistic that my agents are vigorously pursuing a revision to the opinion that confines me here. Meanwhile, I have adapted to a life with no control and near-constant surveillance. For example, I decided early on to suppress my normally gregarious personality and become a transparent soul in order to blend and disacknowledge myself.
Now if you think I do this for my own physical welfare, you’re partially correct. Yes, there are men here who are more sturdy and aggressive than I, but I also choose to remain distant from that element so as to not lessen my cerebral superiority by dilution and association. For despite the encumbrances, I still have work to do.
The nature of my endeavors I am not able to discuss, but suffice to say it requires all of my intellect and ability to recollect complex relationships found in the physical sciences. And I must be able to communicate exquisitely else my (future) disciples will suffer needlessly.
I apologize for being so equivocal, but I am dedicated to my task, and cannot risk revealing an iota to you, or anyone you may, even casually, mention this to, else I will join the ranks of failed men.
You see, I have learned that with a surreptitious existence, I am quite content, you might even say merry, with the knowledge that there are they and there is I.
And I am not influenced, I am not altered, I am not penetrated. For despite their best efforts, I stand alone.
The above transcript are the words conveyed to me during a brief visit with a once renowned professional man.
The above photo is the view from his only window.
Ed,
A haunting, powerful revelation from the (obviously) institutionalized.
Frank V.
Thank you Frank. I appreciate the comment. Ed
Thanks, Ed. My mom, one of the smartest, sharpest people I have ever known is now watching her memory slip away.
Thank God for a room with a view.
Steve
Well said Steve, thanks. As I say regarding my parents, every day is a gift, although I’m sure some of those days are quite challenging. Ed
I am mindful of being grateful every day for my independence and freedom…… you never know what is coming next in life or when it is coming… (but at least it’s a nice view).
So very true! Gratitude is extremely under-valued. Thanks “R”. Ed
That is quite a story. One that could be read many ways I think. Sadness perhaps? I think it reflects resilience and finding a way to be merry under circumstances you may not enjoy. I like the photo too! The cloud seems to stand alone. The tree on the hill seems to stand alone. Yet there is a lot going on around them. I hope I can stand alone with strength like this gentleman does.
Thanks Rodney. I felt pretty sad when I wrote it, but I think it’s great that you see strength and resilience in the man. You’re a glass half full kind of guy! Ed
I try to be :0)
Wonderful post!
Thank you Rob.
I came back to read this a couple of times for this theme resonates with all of humanity. We live in a finite reality, yet possess an indomitable spirit that seek the infinite. We live within community, but there are times, when we must embrace an unknown pathway, alone! Thank you for a most excellent post.
Thanks Rebecca, I appreciate your kind words. Ed
🙂 A wonderful post.